She always knew she’d be the one to die.
Ever since she was a child, butterflies landed on the chains that bound her feet as she worked.
She stood with the others before the sacrificial stone. Stained with blood and carved with butterflies, it spoke to the village of fear. Freedom caught mid-flight.
Each girl’s hand held a slip of paper.
One after another, they faced the crowd, lifted their arms. One after another they displayed their papers. Blue ovals.
She unfolded her sheet. Blank.
Today, she would be the reminder. Although they had wings, they would never fly.
January 7, prompt: Butterflies & Stones – In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about the contrasting prompts butterfly and stones. 🦋
January Prompt: Blank